output with friends is always an unknown giant.
You never know if you can accommodate children and husband before going out, you will die if the machine does not power up, if you have liver enough to finish the starters, if the pizza with garlic, divided into four parts in the end be able to digest, if you have the opportunity to tell the last trinket of your husband, a stuff that conjures up the hula hoop, though to be able to talk to smoke a cigarette, though in the end we all equal, all smiling, all happy to enjoy that moment of freedom.
You never know this. Before.
But you know that if you come home and hurt her cheeks, the evening was surely to die. Laughter.
And each one went home happier, more relaxed, more sympathetic to the favorite topic of conversation: the male with whom we have decided to share his life. Unaware
him. But certainly not just yesterday.
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